The day seemed dark, and clouds hung black as night;
Life seemed all struggle, fight came after fight;
Friends seemed unkind, and discord reigned within;
And everywhere seemed sickness, want, and sin.
"Look up! Awake! These are not thoughts of Life;
Love bids you rise above this human strife;
Good is the real, no matter what may seem;
Shake off the spell, the false material dream."
I listened to the "still small voice," and then,
"Look up! Awake!" the message came again;
"There is no discord, nor a starless night;
Open then thine eyes to God's eternal light!"
And as I rose, I breathed a purer air;
I realized God's love and wondrous care;
My consciousness was cleansed of self and sin;
The clouds dispersed, and light did enter in.
The night was gone, and day dawned bright and clear;
The white-winged dove of peace was hov'ring near;
Love, health, and good were now revealed to me,—
Man in God's image, perfect, pure, and free.
